The Latest 6 pm in the Year

Yes, for some reason today's 6 pm took longer to arrive. I guess that's the way it works sometimes. Today's daytime adventure featured a habitat alteration. I showed up and considered a relatively private ten by ten foot block of space my corporate cell. I left work considering a fairly public six by eight block of space my corporate cell. This will take some getting used to.

I was greeted today by a handwritten note on the elevator that read "repair men on their way." It was almost six o'clock and I didn't see any reason to wait fifteen to thirty minutes for twenty-five seconds of modern convenience. So I took an impromptu sixteen story climb and ran out of breath. That's a damn good workout. When the legs recover, I may or may not begin the made-for-winter home jail workout. That's a bunch of pushups, situps, and a ten to sixteen-story step jog.

I made chicken soup with bok-choy last night. I'm sure that there exists a conventional name for that soup, but I'll just call it that. I basically guessed at what my mom would use to make this soup. It came out just fine. I cook by feel and smell. Recipe's and I never got along. I can come up with something pretty tasty almost every time I feel my way through a dish. Now, if I can only perfect the guesswork that goes into getting dates around here...

The Bucks open their season tomorrow. Everybody is picking them to win no more than thirty games. I say they'll surprise a few folks and come out a little bit better. I'll hazard a guess on this in a few weeks.

I used a lot of numbers in today's post...add them up and win a prize.

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